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Shafts of Light

The light spills through my window. It pours across the room illuminating the tops of candles as if they are lit. It falls on the wall creating a secret golden window that leads to another world. A world where light surrounds and permeates. Where uncertainty is banished and heaviness is lifted. A place I long for.

Outside my window shafts of light tumble through the trees. The mist filters graceful beams through shades of green, which glow. The arms of the trees reach for me, and beckon me to breathe in the light, only I don’t know how.

My chest is constricted. Stomach in knots. Sleep flees. Exhaustion, my companion. My only companion. The one who understands, but does not relent. Shafts of light beg me to pay attention. Invite me into the secret world through the golden window. Walls and doors all close. The window is open. Breathe the light. If only I could ride shafts of light…

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3 thoughts on “Shafts of Light”

I share your fascination with light, Michelle. The sun, moon, lighting, natural or super-natural, it doesn’t matter. It all intrigues me. Even Albert Einstein wrote about light before he became famous. Great post. John.